where a human in distress
in a public place
could receive at least as much
attention as an off-leash
dog, or a tiny, sad,
furious African man
playing a trumpet
low & slow
in mourning
in a public park
beside a statue
of Frank Ney, developer
mayor, in pirate drag.

A chance for change
really only ever visible
afterwards, as loss.

Columbia Studio B,
19 June 1974, where no
orchestra played, & yet
is clearly heard
in the recording,
in the echoing space
above Miles' trumpet
& Harmon mute, as if
love for absent Duke
could coax him back,
or some semblance
of him back, like Spicer's
spook radio voices--
- posted by cjb @ 9:56 PM

My pal Mad Owl Woman on the South Needle, site of an epic Team Cat adventure many years ago and a totally underrated North Shore bushwacking destination.
- posted by cjb @ 5:18 PM

Monday, June 01, 2015

Difficulty level: about 8/10. Cracked with Satellite View & first-hand knowledge of LA's peculiarly sloping streets. That said, the little tree in my first attempt at a solution seems more amiable to having its portrait made than anything in this scene, whose wide-angled field of view and wacky foreground perspectives don't lend themselves to reproduction with a 35mm camera, however hi-res.
- posted by cjb @ 9:47 PM